Race:Elf
Age: 212
Appearance: By most Elven standards Arlathina is a beautiful maiden, and any human would find her fairer than any female of his race. She has long brown hair with redbrown streaks. Her long and flowing hairstyle frame her round and jovial face in such a way that suggests youth. She has dark angled chocolate brown eyes that are uncommon in Elves. She inherited these from her mother. She has thin lips and a small nose which make her eyes look much larger. She has a beautiful embroidered Autumn colored dress. (See Picture) The large circlet with the inlaid ruby is a family heirloom that has been passed down from mother to daughter in House Dalisia since before the Erandor Concordat. When it was given to Arlathina it still had flecks of her mother's dried blood.
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Personality: Due to recent events in her life Arlathina has hardened into a somewhat cold, and indifferent person. Her father testifies that before this she had a beautiful colorful personality that was reminiscent of the great variation of flowers that populate the Silverwood Forests during Spring. Some scraps of this personality can still be seen within her. Although it is an arduous task to draw them out. She often spends weeks out in the forest alone. She enjoys the solitude.
Rank: As a Queen's Handmaiden Arlathina is treated as part of the royal family.
Weapons/Equipment: Arlathina is a legendary archer despite her tender age. She has her family's ancestral bow. This bow was crafted by Arlathina's Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather. It has lasted so long due to the material it is made of. Steelbark can endure for hundreds of thousands of years. The large flowering vines that emboss the bow still look as if they were carved yesterday. These flowering vines are the symbol of the Dalisia clan.
Magic: Each Noble Elven House is endowed with a special, and unique power. Each of these powers have been taught along the generations for millenia. The soverign deity of House Dalisia is Y'ffre the forest god. He is sometimes referred to as Edan Tel'Nomor, or Man of The Oaks. Arlathina is a daughter of House Dalisia. House Dalisia is very intune with the forests, and other things that have to do with nature. Therefore, House Dalisia was rewarded with the ability to control the growth of plants. They can also manipulate trees, and plants, do their bidding. Because of this ability members of House Dalisia have always been given a title. Hin Tel'Nomor, or Child of The Oaks.
Opinion on the war: Arlathina has a particular resentment towards Dwarves. They were responsible for her mother's death. Arlathina's Words: "I want to be the one to rid Celandine of the last of those stumpy fiends! Never again will they waddle Celandine without the fear of my reckoning hanging over their minds."
Also, she has sworn fealty to the Elven Queen.
History/Bio: I remember waking up that morning. I felt something in the house. Something I had never felt in the house that I had spent my whole childhood in. I felt despair, and devastation, but most of all, I felt hollow. As I walked through the hall my hands found their way over to the grooves in the wall, where artists had spent days painting the small waving vines and leaves, with tiny light brown deer dotted here and there. It was something that had always comforted me, something that felt familiar, and safe. I then heard wailing. Wailing that can mean only one thing... heartache. I walked into the main hall to see my father clutching his face, pulling on his hair as if it would distract him from the pain he felt in his heart. When he raised his head I took in his bloodshot eyes, and mourning expression. I then realized why I had felt so strange that morning, and why I felt as if I needed the comfort of the paintings on the wall. My mother wasn't coming back from the front lines... My body shut down at that moment. My vision turned gray, and watery as a stream of tears began to fall down my face. I saw my father's mouth moving, trying to console me, but it mattered not. He was mute to my ears. All I could think of was my mother. My sweet mother who had sang me lullabys as a child, and swatted my fingers for trying to get the sweet pies she cooked during the Summer Solstice. My beautiful mother who I had inherited my large almond eyes from, and my elegant demeanor. The last sensation I felt was falling. A terrible falling feeling, I almost thought I had hurled myself out of the window, and down the cliff that my house was built on. I think I would have favored that fate. It certainly would have saved me much suffering, but nay. I had only fallen to the hard stones that this wretched place was built out of. My father rushed over to me, but it still seemed as if my hearing would never return. I guess the strain on my body was too much, because after that I fainted. My brothers later on recieved the news. They did not fare any better with the news than I had. My twin brother Lafarin collapsed to the floor, in a heap of convulsing sobs. I remember as I watched him on the floor, his whole body shook with the might of his anguish. I guess I should have pitied him, but my eyes were dry. I had no more tears to cry. The only thing left in my heart was hatred for the abominations that had killed my mother. The Dwarves. Though, that seems like such a long time ago now. Finally, my chance may be close at hand to rid them of this world, and let me tell you all something. I will mercilessly seize upon it as a snake mercilessly seizes a mouse between its jaws. In order to further my interests of destroying these animals, I accepted the formal invitation to become a Queen's Handmaiden. They are not the dainty housekeepers that may come to mind though. We are an elite group of Elven Warriors who have pledged our life to the Queen, and I will have it that her royal Highness may walk from these woods, to the Ankhor Mountains and back, without a single incident to stand in her way. Will you dare stand before me? Come, I will show you the true might of an Elven Archer.